They make records about how great the weekend is
Because you a slave 5 days out of 7
You go in at 9 and already drained by 11
Make sure that you happy, doing whatever that may be
Because 2 days of freedom just isn't enough
I'll never go back to office work, would rather live rough
I'm not lazy, just wanna do something that doesn't send me crazy
Been there done that, give me the main meat, trim off the fat
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A cry of countless generations. It's all about the hive and the colony, they all have a queen, for humans that is quite unseen.
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